Friendship is a Hay in a Needle-Stack

By Catherine MaddenFriendship is a hay in a needle-stackI have to try to find itWalking in, barefootThe needles scrape against my feetScrapes turn into cuts, cuts turn to serious woundsAnd scarsBut it’s all worth itWhen you find that hayThe hay I searched forIs finally mine, all mine!The hay I cried forThe hay I bled forThe hay I went through all of that pain forIs in my handForeverAnd thenThe wind comesAnd blows the hayBack into the needle-stack